Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.